Love Contract

Chapter 359 Extra Story Look For His Love (Part Two)

"Corbett! Corbett..."

Anyone who passed by the trestle would remember that day, when a man in a wheelchair had kept yelling out another man's name at the seaside. Feeling exhausted, Frank finally burst into tears.

'There won't be anyone to disturb you anymore, Frank, so why are you unhappy?' he asked himself with a bitter smile.

Then, he looked at the Buddha beads in his hand and sighed. While he was being refused by one man, he had been ruthlessly refusing another.

He finally understood what William must have felt when looking for Mary after leaving the airport four years ago. Fortunately for William, Mary returned after four years. But for him...he wouldn't be able to find Corbett in any corner of this earth.

Two months later, Frank heard that William had woken up from a long coma. By then, he could stand on his feet again.

In the two months that had passed, he had already realized that he had gotten over William and fallen in love with Corbett a long time ago, but he just hadn't known it.

After leaving a short letter, he went to Japan alone. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Maple Mountain, Tokyo, Japan.

The Maple Mountain was the base of the Shadow Organization. All the corridors were covered in electric net and patrolled by men in black. No outsiders were allowed to go up the mountain.

Solemnly standing at the gate of the manor, Frank was lost in thought. Finally, a man arrived and told him that he could go up the mountain. The man said that Corbett's death had been a huge

shock to his father, the head of the Shadow Organization. He was still recuperating in bed and could not meet any guests for the time being. However, Frank was allowed to go up the mountain by himself.

It was early winter now, and the cold had faded the sandy red of the Maple Mountain, making it look dark and bare. It did not match the blue sky and the white clouds at all.

Standing where he used to stand with Corbett, Frank was covered in cold sweat. After climbing the mountain for a long time, his legs and feet almost gave out, and he was completely drained of energy.

"Fond of late fall maples, I stop my carriage. The frost dyed leaves are redder than early spring flowers." Corbett’s voice rang in his ears.

It was because of his stubbornness that he had taken Corbett for granted and disregarded his feelings completely. 'He was willing to take me away and give up everything for me, so why did I hesitate? I didn't know how to cherish him until I lost him. Now I regret it so much!' Frank thought to himself with a bitter smile.

Standing on the mountain, he suddenly burst into tears. 'At that time, you asked me what I would do if you died. Well, I'm here now. Please forgive me for not knowing my own heart.'

Suddenly, the sound of tires rolling into the driveway outside the villa brought Frank back to reality.

He didn't know how long he had been fidgeting with the Buddhist beads on his hand.

In the past year, he had often leaned against the window and thought of that man day and night.

Now, he raised his head to the window and looked out. To his surprise, it was William. With a deep frown on his face, he wheeled himself out of the villa.

Standing outside the villa, looking at the decadent condition of Frank's house, William thought that no one lived there. But just when he was about to leave, he heard the click of the door opening, and a figure came out of the villa.

Although only a year had gone by, it felt as if they were meeting after a lifetime.

"Frank, you..." William broke the silence. With a gloomy expression, he said, "Your legs..."

Frank's face was completely blank. "My legs are fine. Why are you here?” 'We agreed that we would not see each other for the rest of our lives. And seeing you now, I can only think of Corbett. I felt sorry for him,' Frank thought, biting his lower lip.

William pursed his lips. Remembering his purpose for coming here, he asked, "When did you come back? I have something to ask you."

"Of course. You wouldn't come to see me for no reason. " Frank smiled sarcastically. "I just came back three days ago. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Did you give Victor's video to the media?" Not wanting to argue, William cut straight to the point.

"Victor Qiao?" Frank raised his eyebrows. It had been a long time since he had heard that name. "What video?"

"So it wasn't you? Are you telling me the truth?" William frowned. This was the only lead he had. If it wasn't Frank, then he didn't know who else could be behind this.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I didn't do anything," Frank said coldly. The stony expression on his face indicated that he had no intention of opening the door of the villa and inviting William in. "If you don't believe me, you can investigate. I had nothing to do with all that."

However, William felt that Frank was being too calm, so he still had a few doubts in his heart.

"Four years ago, didn't I already give you the video of Victor Qiao?" Noticing the suspicion on his face, Frank asked, "What do I have to gain from releasing that video? Even if I wanted to take revenge, I wouldn't wait until a year later, right?"

"But nobody else knows about that video except me and you," William said bluntly.

Frank scoffed and raised his chin up at him. "Not necessarily. There were several other people involved. There were a lot of men and women in the private room that day."

It was only after hearing these words that William recalled the rest of the people in the room that day, including some unknown artists. 'Was Karson Xie there?'

His eyes lit up in hope. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I see."

"If there is nothing else, please leave.” Frank turned his wheelchair around.

"Bye." William nodded slightly, turned around, and left.

Frank slowly wheeled himself back into the villa. As he heard the sound of the car starting, he was in a trance. 'Why couldn't I let go of him before?'

It was deathly silent in the villa. After wheeling himself to the stairs, he stood up on his feet, ready to go upstairs.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from behind.

Frank froze, not daring to move a single inch.

"So your legs aren't that injured after all."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Frank felt his whole body trembling. His heart pounded against his chest in a mixture of excitement and disbelief. 'Am I dreaming now? Why did I hear Corbett’s voice?'

"What now? Don't you remember me?"

The voice became clearer and clearer, making him sure of his assumption. As the footsteps approached, Frank couldn't control himself anymore. He wanted to turn around to see who was there right away. In his excitement, he forgot his disabled legs and, as he turned around, almost fell on the stairs.

"Watch out!"

The man behind Frank suddenly stepped forward and held him.

With his eyes wide open in shock, Frank grabbed the man's sleeve and looked into his eyes. "Corbett!"

Outside the villa, William started the car, ready to head back to his home.

As he drove away, he looked at the gradually fading image of the villa through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure standing by the window. But the very next moment, there was nothing there.

'I must have imagined it,' William thought to himself, shaking his head.

Then, he thought of the conversation he'd just had. After just two minutes of talking to Frank, he was sure that someone else must have sent the video to the media. Even though the two of them hadn't seen each other for a year, they'd spoken as if they were just strangers asking for directions.

William believed that this was really the last time that they would ever see each other.

Suddenly, the phone in his hand rang,

and he quickly answered it.

"William." Mary's somewhat anxious voice came from the phone receiver. "Victor is not in Ena's house, and I can't get through to him at all. What should I do?"

"Don't worry," William said casually, trying to calm her down. 'Tm already on the way back. I'll come to you right away. How is Ena now?"

"She has been crying for a long time," said Mary with a sigh. "I didn't tell Ena the details about the video. I want to wait for Victor to tell her in person."

William nodded, though Mary couldn't see him. "Okay. Well done."

"Drive carefully. And be careful when you get here too.

There are many paparazzi waiting outside."

Those paparazzi were a mild irritation, but he was now used to them. "Okay, I see. Bye."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, William stepped on the gas and the car sped forward. Then, at an intersection, it turned around and drove in another direction.

For some reason, William suddenly decided to go to Victor's house.

Victor was totally drunk at home when

he suddenly heard the sound of someone smashing the door.

"Who is it? Fuck off," he muttered as he took another sip of wine.

"Victor! It's me! Open the door! Open the door, Victor!" William's energetic voice came from outside the door.

"William..." Victor murmured. Suddenly, his eyes turned red. With a bang, he threw the bottle to the ground and stumbled towards the door.

"Victor..."

William was about to greet him as soon as the door opened,

but before he could say anything, Victor had already swung his fist at him.

When Victor's fist made contact with his face,

William staggered back a few steps and waved his arms up for support.

"How dare you come here, you fucking bastard?" Victor asked. The strong smell of alcohol was wafting out of his mouth. He grabbed William's collar and dragged him into the apartment. As he walked, his iron fist hit William continuously.

As soon as he got the chance, William straightened up and blocked Victor's fist with his hand. Enduring the pain, he asked, "Victor, how long have you been drinking? Are you okay?"

"Okay? I'm super okay!" Victor pounded his fist on William's belly. "How dare you come to see me?" he roared, burning with anger.

Instead of stopping him, William just closed his eyes. It was obvious from his reaction that he felt that he deserved to be on the receiving end of Victor's rage. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry...

When Victor heard this, his fist stopped in midair.

With a humorless laugh, he suddenly turned around and said, "Leave, now!"

William wasn't ready to give up so soon. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he said, "Come with me to see Ena. I've asked someone to deal with the news for now. Tomorrow, I'm holding a press conference to clarify things for you."

Victor was stunned and didn't say anything.

Seeing that he stayed silent, William continued, "Escaping won't resolve the problem, Victor. Hadn't you already decided to tell Ena?"

"Yes, but not like this! I didn't want her to find out like this. And now, my scar has been exposed to everyone! How can I face Ena now? Tell me, William, who the hell sent the video to the newspaper? Was it Frank Liang? It was him, wasn't it? Don't cover for him this time!" Victor roared. Every time he thought of Ena, he couldn't bear the pain he felt.

"It's not him. I already asked him," William said quietly. After a while, he asked, "Do you remember who else was with you in that room? Was Karson Xie there?"

Victor's body froze. At first, he nodded slightly. Then, remembering something, he nodded more firmly. "Karson Xie! Yes, he was there. It must be him!"

William's eyes narrowed. "Yes, it must. I should have suspected him from the beginning. Frank's sudden return misled me, but now I'm sure. Karson Xie is the one who released the video."